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Turpie’s  Farms  History

Turpie’s Farms, the umbrella of Turpie’s Fruit & Veggie Farm Stand, future home of Turpie’s Café and eventually the well awaited Farmland guaranteed to be packed with more rare fruits & veggies, chickens, rabbits, fish and maybe a cow or two! To give you a word picture- a snapshot about us, Victoria Euturpie Sanders Davis was my cherished grandmother whom migrated from Dundas Town, Abaco when she was 21. Later she married my beloved Grampy. Until his passing, my family & I, all lived together in a great big white house right here in West Palm Beach, Florida. At the age of 4, she & I moved to a large lavender & white house on the corner. . .a place we called home until I was 15. Our home was the one place where people would come to eat and share their problems. Of course my grandma would feed, listen, pray and many times give them money. She always reminded them with “God in Control! Everything is Going to be Alright” as they went on their way. Everyone knew her affectionately as “Ant Turpie!”

We grew everything in the yard except sugar, flour, rice and meats. The large fenced yard on the corner was bursting with citrus i.e. navel oranges, tangerines, key limes, pink grapefruit near the carport. In the alcove were myriads of fresh herbs like the small leave thyme, sage, cilantro & fennel with a small patch or spring onions and the big yellow ones close to the kitchen. Next to the house were papaya trees, further over were 2-different types of avocadoes-a large sweet creamery one and a small hand size one you could eat in one seating. The sapodillas were delightful! Next to a hedge of cherry trees, were green sugar apples and the muscadine grapes cover the north size of the fence, they called them bullets then. In the back there were rows of collard greens, turnip, mustard greens and cabbages. South of the greens patch were probably 6 or 8 okra plants and pigeon peas lined up across the back fence like a hedge for pigeon peas & rice one of our favorites. In front of them in the back yard were 4-types of mangoes. There were peach, pineapple, Hayden & turpentine mangoes trees next to the big pink flesh juicy guavas and loquat. . .we called them Chinese plums back then! In a raise bed across the back of the house were sweet potatoes, red skin white potatoes and on the corner of the house yellow yam climbed around the awnings - diagonal to the bananas and plantain area. When carrots were in season we harvested them fresh from the square, there was corn, string beans, blackeye peas and on the other size of the house was lettuce and tomatoes for salads. Searacy covered the fence on the south side, Oh my God, my grandma would use it for most ailments. It is one of those bitters, leaves a taste in your mouth for days! In the front near the door we had a planter filled with aloe to drink & used for burns. Lastly a patch of beets, broad leaf-African thyme, rutabagas and roses grace the front. When you walked up the path to the door there were red/yellow ixoras on both sides and pink hibiscus for tea in the middle on the north side of the hedge, the rest was grass. Our house was filled with lots of love, plenty of prayers and homemade breads. My grandma told me, “Baby, the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach, so you have to know how to cook!” I must say, she taught me well, however you will be the judge. . . give us a shout out if you enjoy any of our delicious homemade breads, spices, fruit & veggie products. . .love to hear from you!

Wow! After all these years, I am still certain the spirit of my grandmother continues to strive with me as my former mentor, cheerleader, confidant and true inspiration. I believe growing up watching and experiencing her life of helping others has influenced my professional life as well as stimulated self-satisfaction in making a  real difference in the lives of others. It has spilled over into my Community Advocacy with Women's Issues, Inner Healing, the love of the outdoors to include Gardening, sharing stories, seeds, seedlings; while teaching people how grow their own fruits/veggies and turning kitchen garbage composted (fuel for the soil) into Farm/Garden Groceries. The cycle begins with non-genetically modified seeds to plants to delicious healthy breads, herbs and spices on your table for everyone to enjoy!
 
The honor goes to my God, the credit goes to my grandmother; however the privilege is all mine to serve you! It is my hope you find something to tantalize your tastebuds in our store or perhaps one of the recipes will tempt you to prepare it for your family. Feel free to allow us to help you start a new tradition this day and any other day throughout the year.
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